Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Move,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.